I have a little story to tell about this.
About 1/2 mile from me a couple grisly murders occurred–actually a few years ago. They finally caught up with the guys who did it; they were actually the couple living in the rental house.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew it was a sick house for a very long time–very scraggly folks in and out, cops always there–I mean literally about once a week.
The house was a nightmare inside–the news posted pics of the interior and I think if you were going to try to make the inside of a house look like hell–I mean a real hell that has lit the imaginations of artists for thousands of years–it would be the inside of that house.
The bodies were buried in the backyard. The police dug them up–put the people in jail and the rest is history.
But the landlord couldn’t sell the house–who would want it?
So they finally tore it down a few months ago and dug deep into the yard to make sure there were no more bodies buried back there and no more cooties.
And now is a beautiful little piece of property–just lovely–which a lovely flowering tree on it. A blank canvas.
I was actually fantasizing about buying the land–I’m sure it would be cheap– and building a one story house on it–that would suit me into my older years, and make it into the Beauty House instead of the Horror House.
Anyway, that’s my little diddy.
Probably won’t do it–I could imagine I might be making myself a very large target for evil doers, but you never know.
Watching God replace something hideous with something beautiful trips my trigger big time. It’s really fun to think about the beauty house with a little art studio. 1 min · Like